45 Minutes

We had had a bajillion margaritas and decided to watch Anchorman since he hadn't seen it. Throughout I punctuated lulls in the movie with soft teasing blow jobs and some excellent making out. He kept mixing me drinks and I was filled to the brim with liquid courage. The moment the movie ended he was pants-less and smirking. Without thinking I had ended up on my knees in front of him.

I sat back and stared at the man, illuminated by the blue tv screen, and liked what I saw. His long shapely legs spread wide and inviting. I ran my fingers up from his ankle and felt his legs and their delicious fuzziness. Tracing my fingers all the way up until they were encircling his cock. I wagged it in front of my face and rubbed it across my lips. I love how soft the skin of it is.

I swiveled my head and licked down his shaft to his balls. I pulled each one individually into my mouth and sucked them gently, rolling them with my tongue. I lifted them up and sucked under them. The liquid courage coming into play as I started to drag my tongue from the head of his cock, down his balls, and past them. I felt him tense up and kept at it, all the while looking him in the eye. It was probably obvious to him how hot it was making me. I love the idea of loving every part of someone. Trying out all the buttons we've been given to push.

Luckily, I have been blessed with a guy who lets me try things. Filling my mouth hungrily with him, running my tongue over places I've always wanted to go, and looking up at him completely fucking on fire. He let go and I spent an eternity between his legs.

This is one of my first fantasies to come true and I am over the moon. While it took some drinks to finally make it come true I look forward to it's addition in the everyday.

Engorged? THAT'S the word!!

It's been a month and now finally there I was slowly rolling the condom down his cock, with my mouth. I love how he's always impressed by that. Once I accomplished that task I popped back up and straddled his lap. I was giddy (and dripping wet) with the thought of his cock filling me up. A month is faaaaaaaar too long to make me wait.

I lowered myself unto him and about passed out from how heavenly it was. For some reason my pussy was ultra sensitive last night. Either that or he's never been that deep before. I sit on his lap, not moving, the feeling inside is almost painful. I start fucking him but realize that it's not going to work. Figuring the position was the problem I decided to bend over my bed and have him fuck me from behind. Turns out that wasn't a very good idea.

It felt good, god knows it did, but something was just wrong.



Maybe it was all the crazed self love I'd indulged in this past . <-- It's just too pretty not to use.

Anyways, he has me by the shoulders and is fucking me better than I've ever been fucked. Still my pussy is like "Stop!!" and (un)luckily he slows down and tells me he's close to cumming.

"Oh god, just go ahead and cum baby!"

It was an interesting night....

Just random sentences

So horny tonight. Keep flashing back to random bits and pieces.

Being so worked up when he left the room that I had to get off. I was lost in the moment and didn't realize he had seen me.

Watching him jerk his dick as I approached the bed. His cock looking so delicious in his hand.

Gripping his collar and riding him for dear life. Watching his face screw up at how intense everything was feeling. Me cumming on his dick all the while.

Rubbing the tight bulge of his cock through his jeans. The jeans that show off his too cute for a boy ass.

"I'm teaching you something different. You like having your pussy played with don't you?" That alone has made me cum everyday I have been away from him. That he took my little role play and ran with it. I'm his for forever.

Having him practically wrist deep in my pussy, I'm about to cum, and his mom knocks on his front door. He bounds up, washes his hands, and greets his mother. I'm in the bedroom completely lost as to how I go about pulling up my pants. Funny.

Smacking him while on top. Snapping my fingers and ordering him into different positions. It was fun to be dominant.

He is far away tonight though. Come August he won't be and that is all I need to remember.

Sometimes I don't know about me

I am so fucking horny right now. My boyfriends gorgeous thick dick is my desktop. I can't stop staring at it and my mouth keeps watering. I just want to suck on all that delicious pink flesh. Feel all of that cum flooding my mouth....

Stupid post...

He's depressed and I wish there was some way for me to get to him. I want to lay in bed and love every single part of him until he feels better. Snow keeps me from everything good tonight.

In the meantime I will think back on Valentines Day. I finally got my hands on some lube and some lube on my hands. I felt very sexy while strocking his cock. The slip and slide of it through my encircled fingers had my pussy dripping. If it hadn't, seeing him pump his cock through them after a point would have. He came so hard and I can't wait to do it again.

Squeeable

"I was just laying here thinking about you" gets me every time.

And I meant..every word I said

You know what sucks? Getting your fucking period.

Especially getting your period after 3 and a penny weeks of no lovin'!! OUTRAGE.

I got one night of slamming our bits together before my uterus said Happy Birthday.

It was a good one night at least. Hanging from him like a baby possum as he fucked me hard. Driving me over and over again into the mattress.

Shiiiiit

I can see your arms behind your head
looking down at you
feels better than loving you
and it makes me love you more
makes me love to look at you
and feel blood coursing down
circling and circling
sometimes I want you inside of me
want to feel just your skin
want to smell you and feel it smooth against me

When you lift up your shirt
and press me against you
I look up into your eyes
and the smile inside is bursting
that's why I love lying with my back against yours
every inch of your skin calms me
and everyday I love you


This is the last time I smoke.

Even a poem

Sometimes I'll have a smoke. I'll sit there and feel everything getting harder. There'll be this yearning for something clean and easy.

Sex would be clean and easy.

My house is dirty and the only time it's clean is when I have sex.

Sorta makes me wonder what dirty sex is like.

Although, I have had it.

Clean sex makes me wet. I can just feel the rigid coldness, a complete blunt approach, a hauntingly sexy focus on how things feel, but not who. I think if I had to think of who I'd be self conscious. For me I think dirty sex would be who.

And to further on this stoned ramble.... I think that having that kind of sex would lock down every remaining spot inside of me that isn't sure. This is grossly indulgent.

The pussy slide

I spread my pussy lips apart and have him rub his dick over my wetness. I put my palm over top of it and sigh at his rocking. I've gotten really turned on by this lately. I ask for it almost everytime we have sex. The sensation is amazing but the thing that really gets me is the shock on his face each time. He goes into it thinking he's doing it for me but 3 minutes in and we have to stop. That cracks me up and gets me off.

Also, I like the visuals of a pussy hotdog.